Transformers Prime: The Swift and Proud (Sequel to Echoes of the Past)

Chapter 3: A New Predacon

I vented thickly as I lowered my servos to my lap, forcing my optics to stop leaking as I steeled my spark.  If I couldn’t do anything to stop Megatron, I knew that sooner or later Predaking would off-line one of Team Prime.  I sucked in a deep breath and vented hard before pushing myself into a standing position.  No matter what happened to me, I had to stop Megatron before he could make more Predacons.  I knew that if Megatron had the ability to make one monster to destroy the Autobots, he wouldn’t stop until he had an army.  I had heard Predaking say something about the Autobots destroying his brethren, but to me that only meant the team had found one monster creation site.  For all we knew there could be dozens and it was my job to find out if there were more. 

I walked over to the bars keeping me in the cell, but as my servos came into contact with the metal I was flung back by a massive electric shock.  I groaned as my processor rang from the jolt, but after a moment I shook my helm to clear the spots in my vision.  I stood up again and walked up to the bars, not touching them but almost.

“Hey Megatron!”  I yelled, “Did you forget about me?!  I thought you had plans for me once I woke up!”

I waited for a moment, my audio receptors picking up on heavy steps moving closer to my position.  I stepped back from the bars as Megatron, Shockwave and Predaking came into view, their optics roaming over my new body with interest as I stared at them defiantly.

  “It would seem your experiment was a success Shockwave.”  Megatron said, though to my surprise I was now on par with him when it came to height.  He still out-weighed me by almost double, but I couldn’t help but smirk as I glanced at the now-shorter Shockwave.

Shockwave nodded to Megatron’s comment as he took in my form with his single optic, “As predicted, the Predacon CNA we acquired bonded with her own seamlessly.  The femme is now a perfect combination of Cybertronian and Predacon physiology.  She will be a powerful weapon if she can be controlled.”

I growled low in my vocalizer as I bared my dentas at the scientist, feeling my new fangs grind slightly as my wings flared threateningly.  To my surprise and glee the Decepticon actually took a step back, though Megatron was no so easily spooked.

“Predaking.”  He glanced at the looming Predacon out of the corner of his optics, “Given that the femme is now one of your kind, it is my understanding that she would be best suited to your command.  I doubt that any of my other warriors could keep her in line if she chose to disobey.”

Predaking nodded, his yellow optics flaring as he locked gazes with me, “You would be correct Lord Megatron.  No one but myself would stand a chance against her now.”

Megatron nodded in return as his optics landed on me once more, “Then I relinquish the femme to you, though until you have control of her she will remain in containment.”  He nodded to Shockwave, who opened the cell’s door and allowed Predaking to step in.

I tried to shove past the bigger mech, though my processor wasn’t used to my new body and I ended up tripping over my own peds and falling flat on my faceplate at Predaking’s peds.

I grumbled as I heard Shockwave lock the door once more, and I sat on my aft with my legs bent under me as I heard them walk back the way they had come.  I refused to look up at Predaking as he stepped up to me, though I had no choice as his massive servos gripped me under my arms and bodily lifted me to my peds.